2002:June:12
Last night on my way home from the Crap Factory I made a brief stop at the bakery across the street from my 1 bedroom compund; I wanted to pick up some bread and a cookie, because it had been that kind of day. As I was paying I noticed there was this little kid sitting alone at one of the tables with what appeared to be a bottle of Batman shampoo. The cap to the bottle was in the shape of Gotham City's most famous son. The little kid was repeatedly slamming the bottle on the table shrieking, "I am Superman, I am Superman, I am Superman," over and over. He was having so much fun I didn't bother correcting him.
